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Blaze heads for the mountains to the west, hoping to gain a raised perspective on the situation. The brush was easy enough to navigate, hardly requiring much more than a few swipes of his blade to clear particularly vexing patches of vegetation. Upon reaching the mountain's slopes Blazes movements went from the graceful steps of the sylvan creatures to the strong and predatory leaps and skitters of the mountain dwellers, and he made like a goat up the rocky cliffs. Mountainous passes, through rooted in stone, are still not without their treachery, and several of the well worn cliffs were more than eager to crumble beneath Blaze's hooves. More than once he was sent tumbling down the mountain like common ruble, forcing him to change his path up the slopes. So scathed he was when he reached the mountain's peak, but all the more rewarding such a venture is from it's dire scenarios.

The shadow cast over Blaze's face by his hat seems ever so darker in the diffused light below the forest's lush canopy. He turns away from the Soldiers of Fortune and of Duty to face into the primordial brush of the per-historic forest as he monologues in a blackened tone, "You don't understand, your kind never do." His solemn march into the wood was the only message he had left to send the ponies, as his hooves make firm and meaningful steps back into the forest.

"You'll never win this way. You can't solve all your problems with a Tartarus-damned canon," Blazing tears in righteous anger. "And only death can live in the shadows you cast," he spits in a curse as his tears subside and only spite remain.

Blaze pays the group no heed, seeing straight through them to the gruesome remains of the titanic creature that was slain. "No, no, no, no," he shouts as he disregards the group and heads straight for the corpse and places a solemn hoof on its shoulder as tears fall down his face. Only a moment passes before he turns a hateful gaze towards the group and barks, "What have you done!?"

The crack of the cannon echoes through the woods, sending all bit one creature scurrying away. Amongst the stampede of woodland creatures and flurry of those more aerially bound stood Blazing Legend, silent and frozen. A true terror overtakes his face as he slowly turns around towards the origin of that terrible sound. 'They did it, didn't they,' Blaze thinks to himself solemnly, 'they blew it up.' Terror at the prospect turns to rage as Blaze thunders down the trail he had just blazed and begins his return to the clearing.